The small table at which my framily are all gather around, is blocked from view, all are on their feet. I take Carmen’s outstretched hand and take a flourished bow. The rest of the people at the party have no idea what’s going on and look confused, then turn back to their conversations eventually.

Dana is the first to reach us, as her long legs and agility spring her the 14 odd feet to where we are. The rest are only a breath away. Arm’s are around us in no time and I blush, embarrassed once again at how corny they can be.

“Guys, seriously!” I hear Bette shout over the dull roar of their congratulations, but can’t see her behind all the heads. Everyone quiets down immediately like beaten children, realizing they were makeing us feel uncomfortable. But Bette does something she rarely does. Make a joke, and a funny one at that. She really has changed for the better. Hah, Bette, better. Sorry anyway

She splays her arm’s out to move the crowd from around us and looks at them scornfully for a split second before breaking into a giddy smile of her own and saying, “My turn!” loudly as she hug’s us tight to her. Every burst out laughing at the unexpected turn their ‘grounding’, had taken. As our laughter subsides Bette and T announce that they had to take Angelica home because it’s getting late and she should have never been up this long anyway. I looked over at her sound asleep in her little baby thing and crookedly smile at them. They’re going to be the most overprotective, structurally sound, morally ethic ***** parents LA has ever seen. But then again Ang will always have her aunties there to make sure she turn’s out ‘normal’. A little bit of sarcasm, some rhythm, athleticism, a little spunk and way to much cool, some creativity and a whole lotta love and attitude. That girl is gunna knock ‘em dead. Whichever team she happens to play for.

~*~

Shane re-read her journal entry of the best night of her life and sighed peacefully. It couldn’t have gone better. The margins of the notebook were already lined with doodles she had made while loosing her train of thought, but she had been determined to write this all down before another night passed. Tonight had been just to amazing. She fiddled fondly at the ring that was now permanently attached to her finger, and would never come off again if she could help it. Carmen shut the front screen as quietly as possible as she came into the house for the last time that night she had insisted on going home before coming back to Shane’s so she drove her car back and packed some clothes in case they whereotherwise engaged for the majority of the weekend, and her brother had dropped her back at Shane’s.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey yourself.”